Lost Creek Hollow walkerworld 2.0

They’re south of here, he informed her happily enough, raising a pale foot to point a toe. And west, Bushtit amended, feeling slightly silly for not simply saying “southwest.” I take it you’ve never been there? You should check it out someday, especially if you prefer drier, warmer climates over snow, he said with a slight wrinkle in his nose.

Zephyra, he repeated in his head as silence fell between them. She clearly lived somewhere in this valley; he wondered where, exactly. Had she ever left? Her commentary about his scent—and her unfamiliarity with the lowlands—made Bushtit think she hadn’t wandered much. He couldn’t begin to imagine a life so insular.

So… he wondered after a moment, do you live in a pack nearby?